Dear Journal (Day 1)

I don't know if anybody even still checks this blog.  I hope at least one or two do...to keep me honest.

Even if they don't, I'm going to imagine that they do.

I could just be talking to myself right now (Hi, self!) but I'm going to pretend it's to a whole room of people (hello, everybody!).

My name's Sara, and I eat a lot of junk.

(Everyone responds: Hi, Sara in a monotone voice.)

Hi.

It's true.  I cannot deny it.

I haven't been working out.  I haven't been watching what I eat.  I have been drinking lots of soda and not much water.  I have been spoiled rotten by my dear, sweet family and fed many good and wonderful foods.

But...  I really want to get on track again.  To feel healthy.  To feel more alive.  Confident.  Sure of myself.  To have that zippiness back.

(Is zippiness a word.  Perhaps zippyness?)

I am starting again today.  Of sorts.  (I do have a cake in the fridge that needs finished, after all.)  I will at least start being more responsible for my actions.  For 30 days I plan to journal here, keeping track of how my efforts are going and attempting to do better.

Today, I had cake for breakfast.

Not my finest moment.

But in one hour, I am going to Zumba class to sweat and work my booty and get back into the game.

And I'll see how it goes from there.

Till tomorrow,
Sara

(UPDATE: Dear Journal, I just checked my weight and my month vacation did a lot more damage than I had hoped.  I am currently 208 lbs.  The heaviest that I have ever been (not counting pregnancies...and not much less than those at that) in my life.)